Showing posts with label alternate medicine. Show all posts
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Friday, February 6, 2015

“DOC DANEEKA” IN UNIFORM – Part 3 : THE “FAUJI” DOCTOR AND HIS WIFE

HUMOR IN UNIFORM

Continued from:

DOC DANEEKA IN UNIFORM – Part 1 : THE SIQ LADY DOCTOR 

and “DOC DANEEKA IN UNIFORM – Part 2THE PONGO “QUACK” AT SEA

THE “FAUJI” DOCTOR AND HIS WIFE
A Spoof
By
VIKRAM KARVE

This happened around 30 years ago  in the mid 1980’s – at IAT Pune.

I had newly arrived in station – IAT was an inter-service training establishment  but run in typical army style.

During my evening walk, I saw a crowd of young student officers and families sitting on the lawns of the house of our unit medical officer.

“So, Doc is having a party, is it?” I shouted to them.

“No. We are waiting to see the doctor for medical treatment,” they said.

I was impressed.

I had thought that our Medical Officer (MO) was a typical “fauji” doctor.

But I was impressed to see that he seemed to be such a good doctor that patients were coming to his house.

And he seemed so sincere that he had started an evening OPD at home for their convenience.

“That’s great. I did not know that our unit MO sees patients at home,” I said.

A student officer looked at me and said: “Sir, we have not come to see the unit MO. He is useless. We have come to see his wife. She is an excellent doctor who works in XXX hospital, the best hospital in town. In the evening, she does her private practice here at her home, and everyone comes to see her – she charges quite a lot, but then she is really good.”

Yes, she was a really good doctor.

Once a young officer got a strange cough – during his morning run, in the expansive picturesque campus, he would suddenly get a spasm of cough, so severe that it was almost like a convulsion.

He would sit down  terminate his run  walk home  and drink water  and take rest.

For the rest of the day  he would be okay.

These fits of cough happened only in the mornings during his runs and while jogging in the open.

The officer reported to the unit Medical Officer (MO) in the MI Room.

On hearing the symptoms, the MO immediately concluded that it was asthma and referred the officer to the specialist at Military Hospital (MH).

The officer was due for his sea time immediately after the course.

His fellow officers scared the shit out of the officer.

They said that if he went to the specialist for asthma  he would be subjected to all sorts of tests and examinations  and the specialists at MH would surely downgrade his medical category.

Now  if his medical category was downgraded  that would be the end of his sea time  and his career would be badly affected too.

The officer’s wife advised the officer  that before he went to the “fauji” specialist at the Military Hospital  it would be better if they took a “second opinion” from the doctor’s wife (the lady doctor who practiced at home).

In the evening  the worried asthma afflicted officer went to the doctor’s wife.

The doctor’s wife  the lady doctor  she heard him out  and she said: “Don’t worry – it is not asthma – it is just a seasonal allergy due to pollen from the ‘congress grass’ which is abundant on the campus. This allergy happens to some people in spring. Just stop your morning runs for a month or two. Don’t go out in the open in the mornings. You will be okay. Once it is summer  you can start your morning runs again.”

“Any medicines – any treatment?” the officer asked.

“Nothing,” the lady doctor said, “if you want just add some gavati chaha (lemon grass) to boiling water when you make tea in the morning – it will act as a placebo – there are plenty of gavati chaha bushes growing wild in the campus.”

Within days  the officer’s cough disappeared  and soon  the moment the season changed  he started his morning runs again.

Of course  the officer scrupulously avoided going to the MI Room during the remaining part of his course.

To be continued in DOC DANEEKA IN UNIFORM – Part 3

VIKRAM KARVE
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Saturday, June 1, 2013

HUMOR AND LEARNING - DONKEY WISDOM from a Three in One Mulla Nasrudin Teaching Story

HUMOR and LEARNING

DONKEY WISDOM
A 3 in 1 Mulla Nasrudin Teaching Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

Here are 3 Mulla Nasrudin Teaching Stories with the “moral” of the stories in blue below each story.


1. HOW TO MAKE A DONKEY RUN FASTER

Once upon a time, long long ago Mulla Nasrudin went to a shipyard.

Seeing a fire, which he had not expected to be associated with the sea, he asked a workman what it was for.

“We make tar,” said the workman, “and cover the cracks in the underside of the boat. That smoothens the surface, reduces friction and makes the vessel go faster.”

Nasrudin went straight home and made a bonfire. 

Then he tied up his donkey and melted some tar in a pan and heated it till it was red hot. 

As soon as he began to apply the flaming red hot tar to the stomach of the donkey, the terrified donkey broke loose and ran like the wind.

“It works all right!” said Mulla Nasrudin to himself as he watched his donkey flee like a rocket and disappear across the horizon.


MORAL OF THE STORY

Don’t we see it happening all around? 

We try to apply the right solutions to the wrong problems and the wrong solutions to the right problems, don't we? 

And this mismatch sometimes ends in disaster.


2. DONKEY BECOMES A MAGISTRATE

Nasrudin’s  donkey did not return for many days. 

An anxious Nasrudin repeatedly kept on asking each and every villager, he asked every one he met, whether they had seen his donkey. 

Fed up with him, they told him to ask the ‘wise man’ who knew the answers to all the questions. 

“Nasrudin,” the wise man said, “your donkey has run off, turned into a man and has been appointed as the Magistrate in the district town.

Thanking the wise man for the information, Mulla Nasrudin trudged to the district town and entered the courtroom. 

There sat the District Magistrate, in all his glory, listening to an important case.

Nasrudin shook his fist at the Magistrate and shouted at him in a loud voice which resonated in the courtroom: “Come home at once, you foolish donkey!”

The Magistrate was furious: “Who are you and how dare you talk to me like that? I am the Magistrate. I’ll have you arrested and sent to jail for contempt of court.”

“Who am I? You dare to ask me who I am? Don't you recognize your Master, you donkey! I am the well-known Mulla Nasrudin from the neighbouring village and you are my donkey.”

“Who told you that I am your donkey?” the bewildered Magistrate asked Mulla Nasrudin.

“The ‘wise man’ in my village told me that my donkey has run off, turned into a man and has been appointed Magistrate in the district town. This is the district town and you are the Magistrate here, so you are my donkey,” Nasrudin said.

“That’s ridiculous. Are you mad? Do I look like a donkey?” the Magistrate said.

Nasrudin drew himself up to his full height and said emphatically: “I prefer to believe the statement of the wise man rather than that of my donkey.”


MORAL OF THE STORY

Sometimes “WHO” said something matters more than “WHAT” is said.


3. LIP SYMPATHY

The Magistrate ordered the police to throw Mulla Nasrudin out of the town.

So Mulla Nasrudin returned to his village distraught. 

He was overcome with grief and broke down and started wailing and crying in the village square that he had lost his donkey.
          
“You may have lost your donkey, Mulla Nasrudin, but you don’t have to grieve over the animal more than you did over the loss of your first wife,” the villagers consoled him.

Mulla Nasrudin looked at the villagers and said: “Ah, but if you remember, when I lost my wife, all you villagers said Don't worry. We will find another wife for you - and you did find me another wife to replace the one I had lost. But, so far, nobody has offered to replace my donkey.”


MORAL OF THE STORY

Concrete action to mitigate a loss is more important than offering lip sympathy


Think, Laugh and Have a nice day

VIKRAM KARVE
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